It was my first time in India and I really had no idea what to expect. The days of our journey consisted of coming into contact with God-like beings who expounded timeless wisdom and were abundant with love. We received blessings from elephants, meditated in Golden Temples and devoured delicious dosas and sweet chai. We also walked through the foothills of the Himalayas on our way to the Valley of Flowers, an incredible place like nothing I’d ever experienced. Nature, so alive and buzzing with cicadas and stories from another time.
One of the most significant moments shooting in India was when I was in Rishikesh. I was walking along the banks of the Ganga when this older Indian man passed me by. When I saw his face, I was entranced. Our eyes met for just a moment and I saw the playful light of life shining bright in his aged face. The connection was effortless yet fierce and powerful, and the charm to take his portrait was so compelling it pulled me in the opposite direction to where I was heading. I captured two portraits, which was more than enough. He was so graceful and accepting in the exchange. It left a deep impression on me and I felt like we had communicated in some energetic, unspoken language.
That portrait now hangs in my girlfriend’s meditation studio, so everyone can hopefully experience what I did when looking into his eyes.
All I can say about India is that all the stories you hear are true. It’s all real. And I can’t wait to get back there next month and capture another part of the vast experience that is India.